A snort of a laugh. Takes one to know one? Did it ever. But Buffy felt impulse-driven to keep that veneer so firmly in place when interacting with Faith. She had the image to play into: the good Slayer; the successful Slayer; the sane Slayer. There were aches and pains and issues a-plenty below the business front but those were weaknesses and Faith should never see them. Just like how Faith should never see her happiness, either. Her joys. Buffy guarded those covetously and close to her heart.

She tossed the scythe from hand to hand. "Could be the Shift, but I think most people have worn off the wacko-sauce. I hope." Because Jack had gone vamp for a few days there and she did not like the thought of running into any surprise demons, tonight.

Buffy nodded down the path. Join me.